You Are On My Mind

The distance that the breeze could not bridge between the past and today’s eager beats

fell off the map of loneliness like a yellow leaf

In the way you coaxed the hands to a standstill

and rolled the wheel back uphill,

I saw a miracle emerge

breaching the meniscus of a lone, flailing dream

We the “retrosexuals’ who forgot to kiss

stumbled upon the secret stairway

You sprung the trapdoor open

I leapt

Bigger, bolder, rashly ecstatic

A brand new love tongue writing endearments

A tango beneath a wild moon

hot in pursuit of a recklessness long denied

barely surfacing to breathe

unable to let go of hands held under oceans

I try to think of things without you in them

and fall into empty space